I put some gas into the tank
to drive myself to the blood bank;
where they buy plasma by the quart,
so I could pay my child support.
I will not eat fast food no more.
It's not my health, it's that I'm poor
and french fries cost more than I care
to spend on food -- I'll just eat air.
At work they've killed all overtime.
The price of stamps is now a crime.
A new car is beyond my scope.
I've turned into a misanthrope.
A hermit in the dark until
I can pay the 'lectric bill.
The only thing that's costing less
are nervous breakdowns from the stress.
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